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Heaven's Very Special Child
A meeting was held quite far from the earth,
"It's time again for another birth,"
Said the angels to the Lord above.
"This special child will need much love."
"Her progress may be very slow,
Accomplishments she may not show.
And she'll require extra care,
From the folks she'll meet way down there."
"She may not run or laugh or play,
Her thoughts may seem quite far away,
In many ways she won't adapt,
And she'll be known as handicapped."
"So let's be careful where she's sent,
We want her life to be content;
Please, Lord. Find the parents who,
Will do a special job for you."
"They will not realize right away,
The leading role they are asked to play;
But with this child sent from above,
Comes stronger faith and richer love."
"And soon they'll know the privilege given,
In caring for this gift from heaven;
Their precious charge, so meek and mild,
Is heaven's very special child."
Vi har en liten søster
Vi har en liten bror
Som er litt anderledes
Enn andre barn på jord
De kom til denne verden
-det vanskelige sted-
Med mindre håndbagasje
Enn vi ble utstyrt med
Vi voksne er så kloke
i mening og i ord
Vår lille bror og søster
Blir aldri riktig stor
Vi har vår eng og åker
Vi har vårt kjøpmannskap
Og vi beregner livet
i vinning og i tap
Det er så lett å skubbe
De små og svake vekk
Og la dem stå tilbake
Med hjelpesløse trekk
Det er så lett å glemme
Når siste båt skal gå
Må alle pasasjerer
La ALL bagasje stå
I'm looking down from Heaven Mommy
I don't like to see you cry
I remember how you loved me
I did not want to say good-bye.
I don't ever get very lonely
At night Jesus rocks me to sleep
I play with the other little angels
From cloud to cloud we leap.
There's a new little angel here
His mommy is very sad
Her heart is surely broken
And like you, she hurts so bad.
Could you do something for me Mommy?
If it's not to much to ask?
You were always so gentle and kind to me
So I know you are up to the task.
You see, I'm trying to help this angel
He misses his Mommy so
And as we look down together from Heaven
There's something you should know.
We will soon be all together
But there is time to pass till then
Could you hold her a little while
And try to be her friend?
We don't like to see you crying
Up here in Angel Land
So instead of pointing fingers
Could you please just take her hand?
It will make us both feel better
As we look down from up above
If you all are holding up each other
And remembering us with love.
My surviving mom..
My mom is a survivor, or so I heard it said.
But I hear her crying at night, when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake and go to hold her hand.
She doesn"t know I"m with her, to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beaches that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others... a smile of disguise.
But through heavens door I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her, knows thats her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom... through heavens open door.
I try to tell her angels protect me forever more.
But I know it doesnt help her or ease the burden that she bears.
So if you get a chance to visit her...
and show her that you care.
For no matter what she says... no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time wont ever heal...
They say that memories are golden, well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories, only wanted you.
A million times I needen you, a million times I cried.
If love alone could have save you, You never would have died.
In life I love you dearly, in death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place, no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway, and heartaches make a lane.
Id walk right the path to heaven, and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.
But as God call us one by one, the chain will link again.
Engler tasser i himmelens hager
Fredfyllt liten engel en sommerfugl jager
Så glad han løper på små barneben
Vil så gjerne favne, men er nok litt for sen
Alle Guds små skapninger i skjønn harmoni
Ingen gråt kan høres, alle er glad og fri
Selv om den lille sjelen til himmelen måtte dra
Så vil de gjerne at mammaen dems skal vite at de har det bra
De vil så gjerne sende en blomst til mammaen sin
Vil så gjerne trøste, for der nede gråter mammaen min
Ikke gråt kjære mamma, jeg er i himmelrik nu
Vi sees en gang i fremtiden, kjære lille du
Jeg skal flette den fineste blomsterkrans du har sett
Den skal henge rundt min hals til mamma og jeg blir ett
Så gråt ikke mer lille mamma, jeg smiler i himmelens slott
Jeg vil bare fortelle deg mamma, her har jeg det kjempeflott
Så husk min lille hånd kjære mamma, den venter her på deg
Men lev vel der nede på jorden, du mister aldri meg
Jeg elsker deg kjære mamma, jeg kjenner din sorg er stor
Men du må aldri glemme mamma, at du i sjelen min bor
Go ahead and mention my child,
the one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further,
the depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry,
I'm already crying inside.
Help me heal by releasing
the tears that I desperately hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
pretending it doesn't exist.
I’d rather you mention my child,
knowing that she's dearly missed.
You ask me how I'm doing,
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime.
If I could have a lifetime wish,
a dream that would come true,
I'd give my all, my everything
to live my life with you.
A thousand words won’t bring you back,
I know, because I've tried.
And neither will a thousand tears,
I know, because I've cried.
You left behind a broken heart
and happy memories, too.
But I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you...
~ukjent
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Hei!
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